Yo
Hustler, baby
Oh, no
Hustler, baby
Oh, no
Hustler, baby
[Incomprehensible]
Hustler, baby
[Incomprehensible]
Hustler, baby

Deep in the cut with the chrome on the thrown
Down in Decatur where the haters get shown
Ride around the spots where the pot gets grown
Now I'm feelin' blown, smoke by the zone

Misfit dudes by the rules reapply
Creeps low wit' cruise control when I'm high
Brand new 22 shoes on the ride
Gotta get blatta tatted, hit up green rise

So I'm ridin' down this long country road
Followin' rainbows, tryna reach us in gold
I gotta grind hard till this shit gets sold
Just sit back, relax and watch it unfold

So I'm gone hit up the studio
Write about 24 'til these hits get throwed
Cash checks, get a boat, betta keep it afloat
Don't end up bankrupt and broke

I'ma hustler, baby
I'm on the grind and down for mine
I'ma hustler, baby
Gotta get the abs and get that cash
I'ma hustler, baby
I'm accusin' peeps, gotta stack my cheese
I'ma hustler, baby
I'ma hustler, baby

Oh, now we deep on the creep down in Martin Luther King
Watch for the curb and the swirb on lean
Gotta hit the scene, so fresh, so clean
In exclusive Irv and Jeffery jeans

Cash rules everything around me cream
My whole teams favorite color is green
Even though my 20/20 vision is keen
Never estimate, get weighed by the beam

So I'm ridin' down this long country road
Followin' rainbows, tryna reach us in gold
I gotta grind hard till this shit gets sold
Just sit back, relax and watch it unfold

So I'm gone hit up the studio
Write about 24 'til these hits get throwed
Cash checks, get a boat, betta keep it afloat
Don't end up bankrupt and broke

I'ma hustler, baby
I'm on the grind and down for mine
I'ma hustler, baby
Gotta get the abs and get that cash
I'ma hustler, baby
I'm accusin' peeps, gotta stack my cheese
I'ma hustler, baby
I'ma hustler, baby

Shawty, you can catch us in the back of the club
Fresh to death, nigga pourin' it up
All the killaz straight showin' me love
And the biggest bad bitches all wantin' to fuck

They know I'm the realest nigga to hang wit'
I'm caped up, plus I love to slang, dick
Up in the alley in the Aston Vanquish
Shaking in the guts until I make they fuckin' brains?

Look, shawty I'm dangerous
Yo, nigga hate me 'cause you prolly his main bitch
Fuck who you came wit', let me explain this
I prefer the block but I'll pop the stainless

Nigga got 'em creepin' out the club real slow
Bitches shoot what they started, askin' can they go
Hell, yeah, my nigga Lloyd, these hoes is G'd up
And they down to fuck so roll that weed up

I'ma hustler, baby
I'm on the grind and down for mine
I'ma hustler, baby
Gotta get the abs and get that cash
I'ma hustler, baby
I'm accusin' peeps, gotta stack my cheese
I'ma hustler, baby
I'ma hustler, baby
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